Follow Me Up To Carlow Songtext / Lyric

Follow Me Up To Carlow

Lift MacCahir Og your face
brooding o´er the old disgrace
That Black Fitzwilliam stormed your place
and drove you to the fern
Grey said victory was sure
soon the firebrand he´d secure
Untill he met at Glenmalure
with Fiach MacHugh O´Byrne

See the swords of Glenn Imall
a flashing o´er the English pale
See all the children of the Gael
beneath O´Byrne´s banners
Rooster of a fighting stock
would yet let a Saxon cock
Crow out upon an Irish rock
fly up and teach him manners

Now from Taggart to Clonmore
flows a stream of Saxon gore
And great is Rory Oge O´More
in sending loons to Hades
White is sick and Grey has fled
now for Black Fitzwilliam´s head
We´ll send it over dripping red
to Queen Liza and her ladies

Curse and swear Lord Kildare
Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
Now Fitzwillaim, have a care
fallen is your star low
Up with Halbert out with sword
on we´ll go for by the Lord
Fiach Mac Hugh has given the word
follow me up to Carlow